Sat down to watch the new WHO with a nice aussie riesling and a box of cheesy Snakatas. Luvverly.
Oh, and the programme itself? Great stuff. Except maybe the big finale, which had the same problem as most Hollywood third acts these days anyway (i.e. "lets have a big special effects display instead of any real drama"). Great script, Eccleston is brilliant, the real heir to Tom Baker the show was missing for too long. And I even found myself liking Billie Piper, which is a first for me.
And a note to my homeboy contingent: doesn't Christopher Eccleston look like Phil McLean?